Monday, January 4, 2010

My, my, my.

If I could laugh, cry, sleep, scream, and think rationally all at once, I would, and no one would ever see me again.

It's always ten degrees colder in my bedroom than in the rest of this fucking house and that makes me so mad sometimes,
just like how I wake up to the sunrise at 6AM when everything's glowing orange and it's beautiful, and I blink a few times and fall back asleep.

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